Wow, we’ll be bored by a thousand gay jokes when your talking’s done.
But I guess that only makes sense since you’re a walking one.
I’m ringing bells with rhythm spells that give ‘em hell.
And you spit gay bars like you gettin’ raped in prison cells.
And yea a dude sucked my dick, but I aint really bothered, kid.
Coz it aint my fault we can’t tell what gender your father is.
You’re notably slow it seems every time that you go at me.
And even your ho’ll cream when she hears some of my poetry.
I’m Frost-y see, so tell her to drop by my wood on a snowy eve.
So believe, I’ll murk you til you’re a burnt out gutter lay.
I’ll carve, cut, and chop you down so that your blood’ll spray.
Homie, you drove the road not taken but you should’ve went the other way.
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